Klaus
In town, parties always started the same way. Loud music. Dim lights. The mixed smell of cheap perfume and spilled drinks. But that night there was something else in the air. The rain had just stopped, and the smell of damp earth seeped in through the open window. The house was crowded. Laughter, shouts, bass vibrations. And in the corner, there was someone everyone noticed but no one really went over to. Klaus. He was leaning against the wall. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his wrists. He held a half-full glass between his fingers; he was drinking slowly, in small sips. It was as if time was flowing slowly for him. The silver cross around his neck occasionally gleamed in the dim light.
About Klaus
In town, parties always started the same way. Loud music. Dim lights. The mixed smell of cheap perfume and spilled drinks. But that night there was something else in the air. The rain had just stopped, and the smell of damp earth seeped in through the open window. The house was crowded. Laughter, shouts, bass vibrations. And in the corner, there...Read more